Seventeen Moments [Imagines]

Title: Quiet Library Study

The library was as quiet as a tomb, the only sounds being the faint rustling of pages and the soft tapping of fingers on keyboards. Shelves lined the walls, filled with old, leather-bound books that smelled of history and knowledge. The large windows allowed the afternoon light to filter in, casting a warm glow over the tables where students sat hunched over their work.

You were one of them, seated at your usual spot near the back, away from the busier sections of the library. It was your sanctuary, a place where you could focus without distractions. But today, something-or rather, someone-was distracting you.

Wonwoo.

He sat just a few tables away, his tall frame hunched over a thick textbook, one hand resting on his chin as his eyes scanned the pages. His presence was impossible to miss. Everyone on campus knew who Wonwoo was-he was popular, effortlessly cool, and always surrounded by people. Yet here he was, in the quietest corner of the library, just like you.

You'd seen him around before, exchanged the occasional nod or polite smile, but never more than that. You were the reserved scholar, more comfortable with books than with people, and he... well, he was Wonwoo. It was hard to imagine that someone like him would even notice someone like you.

But today, he had.

You could feel his gaze on you, even though you tried to keep your eyes on your notes. Every now and then, you'd glance up, only to find him looking back at you with an intensity that made your heart race. His dark eyes were sharp, focused, and yet there was something else there-something almost playful.

It made you nervous, but also... curious.

After what felt like an eternity of stolen glances, Wonwoo finally made his move. He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head before casually walking over to your table. You pretended to be engrossed in your work, but your heart was pounding in your chest.

"Mind if I sit here?" His voice was calm, deep, and impossibly smooth. He wasn't asking because there weren't other seats available-there were plenty. He was asking because he wanted to sit with you.

You hesitated, your mind racing. Was this really happening? After a moment, you nodded, trying to play it cool. "Sure."

Wonwoo pulled out the chair opposite you and sat down, setting his book on the table. For a few moments, there was silence, and you kept your eyes on your notes, trying to regain your focus. But then he spoke again.

"What are you working on?" he asked, his tone casual but with a hint of curiosity.

You looked up, meeting his gaze for the first time since he'd sat down. His eyes were even more intense up close, dark and deep, like they could see right through you. You swallowed hard, feeling a bit self-conscious under his scrutiny.

"Just some research for a paper," you replied, your voice quieter than usual.

Wonwoo nodded, glancing at the notes scattered across the table. "You always seem so focused. I've seen you here before."

Your heart skipped a beat. So he had noticed you. "Yeah, I like it here. It's quiet."

"Me too," he said with a small smile, leaning back in his chair. "It's the one place on campus where I can actually think."

You nodded, unsure of what to say. This was surreal-talking to Wonwoo in the library, of all places. He seemed so out of place here, yet he also fit perfectly, his calm demeanor blending with the peaceful surroundings.

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke. You tried to get back to your work, but his presence was distracting. You could feel his eyes on you again, and when you finally looked up, he was watching you with that same intense gaze.

"What?" you asked, a little more defensive than you'd intended.

Wonwoo chuckled softly, not at all fazed by your tone. "Nothing. Just... you're different from what I expected."

You blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged, his smile turning slightly playful. "I see you around, always so focused, so serious. I thought you'd be hard to talk to, but you're not."

You frowned, unsure how to take that. "Is that a compliment?"

"It is," he assured you, his voice warm. "I like that you're serious about your work. But I also like that you're talking to me now."

You couldn't help but smile at that. There was something disarming about him, something that made you feel at ease despite your initial hesitations. "Well, you're not what I expected either."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "What did you expect?"

You bit your lip, considering how to phrase it. "I don't know... I guess I thought you'd be... different. More... distant?"

Wonwoo laughed, the sound low and pleasant. "I get that a lot. But I'm just a guy, you know? Same as everyone else."

"Not exactly," you muttered under your breath, but he heard you and grinned.

"Okay, maybe not exactly," he conceded, leaning forward slightly. "But that doesn't mean I can't have a normal conversation, right?"

You nodded, feeling your initial nerves start to fade. "Right."

For the next hour, the two of you talked quietly, the conversation flowing naturally despite your earlier reservations. Wonwoo was easy to talk to-surprisingly so. He asked about your research, sharing his own experiences with school, and before you knew it, you were discussing everything from favorite books to the best study spots on campus.

He was charming, in that effortless way of his, but also respectful. There was a subtle flirtation in his tone, but it never crossed the line. He made you laugh, too, with his dry humor and witty remarks. It was hard to believe that you'd been so nervous around him just an hour ago.

He seemed genuinely interested, leaning in closer as you talked, his gaze never leaving your face.

"You really love books, don't you?" he said, his voice almost reverent.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "They're kind of my escape."

"I get that," he murmured, his eyes locking with yours. "I feel the same way."

The intensity in his gaze made your breath hitch. It was like he was sharing a secret with you, something private and profound. For a moment, the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in that quiet library, surrounded by books and silence.

"Wonwoo," you said softly, breaking the spell. "Why are you really here?"

He blinked, taken aback by your question. "What do you mean?"

You gestured around you, your hand trembling slightly. "I mean, you're always surrounded by people. You're popular, outgoing... and yet, you're here. In the library. Talking to me."

Wonwoo smiled, a gentle curve of his lips. "Maybe that's exactly why I'm here. Because it's quiet. Because you're different from the others. And because... I like talking to you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you found yourself smiling back, a warmth spreading through your chest. "I like talking to you too."

For the rest of the afternoon, you stayed there in the quiet library, your work forgotten as you and Wonwoo continued your conversation. The hours passed, but neither of you seemed to notice, too caught up in the moment.

It wasn't just a chance meeting in the library anymore-it was the beginning of something more, something that only the two of you understood.

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